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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT



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[aviophobia]

I'm fine, Rachel. Promise. I don't need to sit down.

[And just to prove it, he sidles over and kisses her, a brief brushing of mouth on mouth. He'd kiss her more, but he's got crazy morning breath.]

See? Fine.

[gotbottle]

Well... Okay. You can come with me to the kitchen. But no strenuous activity.

[aviophobia]

What counts as strenuous?

[gotbottle]

Let me do all the work. You can watch. Maybe crack an egg or two.

[aviophobia]

You can't be much better off, darlin'. You drank as much as I did.

[gotbottle]

...I do feel faintly miserable, yeah. But I'll be all right.

[aviophobia]

Let me help.

[gotbottle]

[There's a struggle before she answers, the conflict written all over her face; she ought to be the one doing everything for him because of her poor showing the night before, she owes him that much. But turning him down when he wants to help isn't particularly nice, either.]

If you want, sure.

[aviophobia]

Thanks. I promise I won't do anything too strenuous, all right? You can put me on cereal duty.

[gotbottle]

I know what you can do. Get me a big mixing bowl, and your best frying pan.

[aviophobia]

Yes, ma'am.

[He moves a little slowly, but efficiently, gathering up what she's asked for.]

These good?

[gotbottle]

Yeah, perfect.

[She starts pulling out the ingredients she brought from the store, laying things on the counter near the bowl.]

Would you get the pan heating on the stove? And where do you keep, like, spoons and spatulas?

[aviophobia]

Spoons and spatulas are over by the stove, in the little drawer.

[He turns on the stove and sets the pan down.]

Where d'you want the heat?

[gotbottle]

Just a little above medium heat, thanks.

[She glances up at him.]

So, tell me, Doctor, in this great future from whence you hail, have they come up with a cure for hangovers?

[aviophobia]

Hell yeah. Hangover hypospray. Just jab that little sonova in your neck and you feel so much better.

Miss that thing right now.

[gotbottle]

Man. I want to live in the future.

[...with him. Oh, God, don't think about that right now.]

You want anything with these pancakes?

[aviophobia]

Yeah. It's pretty great.

[Be even better with you there. He bites the inside of his lip hard.]

Maple syrup?

[gotbottle]

Sounds like it. We'll get you back there someday, I'm sure.

[She smiles up at him, though it doesn't reach her eyes. They'll get him home because it's the right thing to do, it's where he belongs.

Even if the thought of him going tears up her insides something fierce.

She's quiet a moment, and then she tries again, this smile far more brave and bright as she reaches into the grocery bag.]

Good thing I thought of that.

[aviophobia]

You think of everything, darlin'. Thanks.

[He nods to the bag.]

What else is in there?

[gotbottle]

[She colors a bit under that praise, pleased.]

Just in case, I got some bacon, some orange juice, and some strawberries and whipped cream.

[aviophobia]

Just in case what? Just in case I happened to have a hungry baseball team here too?

[gotbottle]

A girl can dream, right?

...In case you wanted something besides, pancakes, Dr. Smartass Who Happens to Also Have a Refrigerator.

[aviophobia]

Hey, just asking.

[He reaches for the bag.]

Here, let me put those in my amazing refrigerator.

[gotbottle]

It's totally a modern marvel, you should take advantage of having one.

[She's grinning, faintly.]

Hey, grab some butter while you're in there, this pan's about ready.

[aviophobia]

They actually are, you know. We don't have them onboard the Enterprise.